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I surprise you, your former dominatrix, in your family bed, in a witch costume of all things. It isn't a far cry from what I wore in our sessions, and you're immediately hard. You missed me, and your heart and cock leap to see me waiting for you in bed, but fear strikes. You know you can't quit me, or resist me. I tell you that you can't escape me, and I'm going to teach you a lesson. You thought visiting me for a few sessions, no matter how they escalated to multiples per week...would be enough. Then I started demanding more, everything. I wanted more money, more of your time. More submission, realer submission. Now I'm going to take it. Your wife is out with her friends, don't worry, and soon I will be too. I'm going to a fetish costume party, and no doubt I'll find a stud to fuck. If you were mine, I would make you lick my pussy after, a privilege you never enjoyed no matter the state of it. I make you strip, kneel and jerk off, showing how I still command your obedience. Sessions aren't enough anymore. You are a true submissive, not a real man, and you will be mine, in every way. I'll make you do the most despicable things. I'm in the mood to ruin things...wallets, families, cocks. I'm tired of limitations and you will submit to me, utterly. I tell you that I want to ruin the holidays for you and your family, so you will divorce your wife before Thanksgiving, or I'll tell her all about your secrets and your submission. Cum for me, slave, and know who you belong to.